Summer's end, summer's end.
Will the sun return, vital warmth to send?
Summer's end, summer's end.
Darkness lengthens in its stride,
Across the sleeping land.

Souling Song (Samhain Version) by Kirsten Lawrence

A few days early, I suppose, but I've had this tumbling around in my head since August. Fall-time is my favorite time of the year and it makes me wish I was up at my cabin.